At five o'clock, the Qing army had breakfast, made preparations for the attack, and began to launch the first round of attacks towards the stronghold guarded by the model army. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The first to attack were the Manchu slaves and the civilians who had been plundered by the Manchus in this breach. Under the supervision of a small number of Manchu soldiers, they began to push the shield cart close to the stronghold of the Model Army, and began to dismantle the wooden stakes set up by the Model Army in front of the stronghold.

At this time, shouts began to sound above the ice wall not far away: "Han folks, when you reach the edge of the trench in a while, jump directly into it, and run along the trench to the place where the white line is drawn, and you will be saved safely." ”

Baoyi Gold Label was dismantling the wooden stakes on the ground with a few newly captured Han people, and he naturally heard the shouting. But he already has a wife and children over there, so he can't run this time, and not only can't he run, but the few newly caught Han people around him can't run either, otherwise he will be in trouble.

When he saw the shouting coming, the Han people next to him were sluggish, and the gold mark knew that these people might have been tempted, so he hurriedly said: "Don't listen to those Nikan nonsense, a big city like Jinan can't stop the heavenly soldiers of the Qing Dynasty, how can it be stopped by such a small village?" The people in this village killed the old men of the Eight Banners, after the heavenly soldiers of the Qing Dynasty beat the village, they must have to avenge those old men of the Eight Banners, and the people in the village must be killed, don't run, don't run! ”

As he spoke, he suddenly heard a snap, and then he felt a hot pain in his back. Then he heard a roar: "You dead minion! Don't work honestly, still talk here! I will kill you! Then the whip rained down on the head of the gold label.

The gold mark didn't dare to cover it, and it didn't dare to explain, so he could only lower his head and quickly use the small hoe in his hand to dig out a wooden stake as soon as possible.

Goxinga's brother died in yesterday's battle, and now his body is still nailed to the edge of the ice wall of the enemy's fortress, which makes him extremely angry, and he whips the gold mark more than ten times before he stops his hand, shouting: "Next time I see you lazy, I will cut you with a knife!" ”

The "Dutch" had planted a lot of stakes on the periphery of the stronghold, and they were buried deeply. It took a lot of time to clear the stakes, and it was not until the afternoon that the slaves who were clearing the stakes approached the trenches.

Because of the constant shouting on the "Dutch" side, the Manchus also sent more soldiers to monitor the slaves as they got closer and closer to the trenches.

"Those Tartars are already in our effective range. Company commander, let's fight! Jiang Tie held the gun, leaned against a piece of sea ice that was used as a female wall, and said to Chang Le.

"What's the panic? Listen to the command. While speaking, Chang Le half-popped his head and glanced down, and then said, "This distance can be hit, but can you guarantee that you can hit accurately?" ”

"Company commander, you don't trust your comrades, do you?" Jiang Tie said with a smile, "When I was on the island before, I wasn't the best when I hit a target. We don't brag about the cow that wants to hit the left eye and not the right eye, this distance, the hit is still certain. ”

"Okay, then you can shoot a few shots. Just the Tartar on our left, that kid is not a thing, the fierce one when he used the leather whip just now, the one in the Malegobi, the instructor didn't beat us when he beat us. Chang Le said, "If you are confident in your marksmanship, you can fight, only Tartars, not Han Chinese." Feng Jin, don't fight, you come to load Jiang Tie with bullets. Your marksmanship is really unreliable! ”

Everyone burst into laughter. Feng Jin sneered with a gun, ran to Jiang Tie's side with his waist bent, and squatted down.

Jiang Tie stretched out the snatch in his hand from the shot and carefully aimed at the target. The flintlock pistol has a limited effective range, and the bullets will fly around when they fly away, but this is the result of comparing this to rifled rifles. Compared with bows and arrows, in fact, the accuracy of flintlock pistols at long distances, especially sixty or seventy steps, is still good. A well-made flintlock pistol with a good shooter can already be effective in shooting chest targets at this distance. Even an arquebus is actually no worse than a bow and arrow. Of course, I may not have imitated it by the Ming Ministry of Industry. In addition, the reason why I call the arquebus a bird gun is because this thing has good accuracy and can shoot down birds. And the most outstanding of the Ming Dynasty's self-made bird guns, the Lumi guns, can even attack targets at a distance of 100 paces. Of course, there are very few that can meet such a standard.

Jiang Tie and the others are already using flintlock pistols that have undergone performance improvements, and the barrel of the usual flintlock pistol is not much different from that of a bird, but the barrel used by Jiang Tie is drilled out of a hydraulic drill machine, not rolled out of wrought iron like the general barrel. Zheng Sen even wanted to rifle these guns for a while, just because the barrels of these guns were relatively soft wrought iron after all, not steel barrels like in later generations, so after pulling out the rifling, the rifling would not be able to shoot dozens of shots, and the rifling would appear obviously worn. In less than a hundred shots, the rifling was almost gone. And Zheng Sen also knows the principle of the Mini bullet used with it, and even made some samples, and the effect is not bad (limited to the first dozens of rounds), but because of the wear and tear of the rifling, at least for now, Zheng Sen has not officially put the rifled gun system into service.

But now the distance between those people and Jiang Tie was only more than sixty steps, and Jiang Tie felt that he had a lot of confidence in this distance. Jiang Tie took aim cautiously for a while, but the target was always walking around and always stopped......

Goxinga walked over with a leather whip, and suddenly he saw a Nikan, perhaps because he was tired, actually stopped. These worthless Nikans actually dare to stop and be lazy! It seems that if you don't kill a chicken, you can't scare the monkeys! Guo Xing'a rushed over, first kicked the Nikan to the ground directly, and then threw away the leather whip in his hand, pulled out the waist knife from his waist, and shouted in his mouth: "The dog dares to be lazy, the master has killed you!" "I'm ready to go and turn out this Nikan. At this moment, he suddenly heard a gunshot, and at the same time felt a dull pain in his chest as if he had been hit by a large sledgehammer, this pain did not seem to be severe, but it made the strength of his whole body seem to disappear at once, he opened his mouth to shout something, but blood poured out of his mouth and nose at once. Goxinga fell headlong to the ground and died.

Jiang Tie withdrew the gun, Feng Jin handed his flintlock pistol to Jiang Tie, then smiled at him honestly, took his flintlock pistol and began to help him reload ammunition.

At this time, more guns were fired, some of them missed, and even a few of them simply injured the Han people next to them by mistake, but the Tartars who were sent to supervise the work of the Han people were also knocked over more than a dozen in one go, and the crowd suddenly became a mess. People began to scream and run around like headless flies

"Shoot the arrows!" Standing dozens of steps away, Niu Lu Zhang Jing Lierha hid behind the thickened shield cart and shouted loudly, his Niu Lu was also in charge of monitoring these Han people.

So the soldiers drew their bows and threw a rain of arrows at the chaotic crowd over there. Those worthless Nikans did not wear armor, so naturally they did not need to use heavy arrows to shoot, and now the Qing army also uses light arrows that can reach far. With such arrows, it is guaranteed that they will be sixty or seventy paces away from the worthless Nikan, and the distance from the ice wall of the "Dutch" will naturally be about one hundred and forty or fifty paces. The double-layered thickened shield car, coupled with such a long distance, can also ensure their safety to the greatest extent.

It is not the first time that our Qing Heavenly Soldiers have fought with this group of "Dutch", and during the battle, these "Dutch" shouted and sang in Chinese, although their faces were covered with face armor and they could not see their faces clearly, but there is no doubt that these people were Han Chinese. However, from Dolgon to the ordinary bannermen, everyone still called those people "Dutch", because they really didn't want to believe that those worthless Nikans could have such combat effectiveness.

"Artillery! And what about our artillery? Seeing the rain of arrows falling, they kept shooting the panicked Han people to the ground. Chang Le couldn't help but get anxious. At this time, from the side of the fort, the sound of cannons finally sounded.

The six-pounder fired shotguns at the shield cart more than a hundred paces away, and according to previous experience, and the firing experiments with the replica of the shield-wagon, the one-tael-tain-two shotgun usually used by the six-pounder would be enough to penetrate the thing at this distance. With the sound of cannons, a puff of smoke rose from the shield cart in the distance.

"The artillery is good! Hit! Hit! Soldier Zheng Sanfa also waved his hand excitedly, he could already imagine what those damn Tartars would have been beaten into behind the shield cart that should have been full of holes. Well, it's basically a puddle of meat puree, and if you have a big dough, you can make dumplings. The foodie couldn't help but think.

However, the situation was different from what Zheng Sanfa thought, and there was still a rain of arrows shooting from behind the shield car. Instead, the artillery fire stopped. Zheng Sanfa turned his head and saw that the artillery guys were busy, apparently realizing that at this distance, their shotguns had failed to penetrate those shield carts. I'm busy changing solid shells right now.

The men in front of the fortifications were still in disarray, and they were still being shot to the ground by flying arrows.

"Quick! Hide in the trenches! Changle shouted first, followed by the other warriors, but the people below were still like headless flies.

"Everyone shouts in unison! One, two, three, into the trench! Chang Le thought that the people below were shouting loudly, and the voices of himself and others might be drowned out, so he hurriedly asked everyone to shout in unison.

However, the effect of this was limited, but finally a few clever people came to their senses and began to stumble towards the trench, and more people followed them towards the trench. It was less than ten steps from where they were to the trench, but there were a lot of stakes in it, which made it impossible for them to run fast. At this time, the deadly rain of arrows was still falling, shooting Han people to the ground one by one.